The Rebirth of Love
A series of sharp, insistent raps that vibrated through the floorboards.
"Tang… Ano ba 'yon?!" he snarled, his voice a guttural rasp, the fury in his tone a stark contrast to the animalistic desire that had moments before consumed him. He cursed under his breath, a string of obscenities that made my skin crawl. The knocking continued, relentless and unforgiving. He hesitated, his gaze flickering between me and the door, a war raging within his eyes. The lust, for a moment, seemed to recede, replaced by a raw, primal fear.
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